The New Kid

by allthewaysweets

Hello Sweeties this is my First Johnlock story, so any feedback is much appreciated like al lot, there is a bit of Mystrade in there as well, I hope to post a chapter a week for you all, but today I will post a few. In this story, John has just come back from a bad trip from Afghan and has been moved to a new school, with the on and only Sherlock Holmes in it.

6. Chapter 6

*Authors Note – Please Read* OMG guys thank you so much for the reviews, I get all bubbly with happy feels reading them! And well here is chapter six, I have decided to post it a day early, What did you think of chapter 5? Please tell me! from now on, one chapter a week, I know, I sorry, I want to post more as well! This is where John and Sher enter the house Sherlock won on a high poker game…

Enjoy my Sweeties :3

While John was looking around the Georgian decorated apartment, with the painted roof and walls with nude angels and swans and god knows what else, Sherlock deiced to finally unveil the first time the furniture that laid under sheets for who know how long. The sheets unveiled two arm chairs facing a fire place, quite a few couches and a few bookshelves, deciding not to enter to the music room or bedroom, Sherlock strode over to John and interlocked their hands.

"So, what do you think?"

"It's amazing, Sher. I'm breathless, how did you end up with this place? And this time answer."

"In a poker game."

"And how did you come across this poker game Sher?"

Sherlock looked down, deciding not to tell the beautiful teenager in front of him about his drugged up past.

"I don't know. Just did I guess."

He smiled at John who grinned back let go of his hand, Sherlock missed the warmth of it already. Walking toward one of the doors, John turned around with a cheeky grin and said

"Well, Sher, I imply that you give me a tour of this amazing place immediately."

Sherlock walked over, and returned the cheeky grin

"Well, Sir. Watson, you haven't paid yet." "Oh really? And what would be the cost?"

Sherlock considered this, then smiled

"A kiss."

John looked at Sherlock with fake surprise, putting a hand on his chest he remarked

"My, my, my what a price to pay for a simple tour ."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and chuckled, and pulled John close, their faces centimeters apart, Sherlock wrapped his hands around the back of Johns head and leaned in just a bit, John wrapped his arms around John's waist

"A simple kiss is all it takes, John"

Sherlock had whispered that into John's ear, then looked back at him and studied his beautiful green eyes then closed the space between their lips, it was soft and tender, Sherlock could tell John wanted more, but broke it off after a few seconds

"You have paid the price Mr. Watson, You ready for the tour of the apartment?"

Sherlock stepped back, as much as he didn't want to let go of John, he knew that is was only the beginning and that was more to come…

Sherlock opened the double doors of the music room in a swift move and stepped inside

It didn't have as many instruments in the room, as apposed to when the place was built, there was a grand piano, unturned, a violin ticked away in the corner, covered in spider webs now and an old guitar left behind probably from the '60s.

"So as you can see Mr. Watson, here is the music room"

Sherlock opened up his arms to gesture to the space around him, but then dropped them at the sight of John still standing at the door.

"Sher, please, just please call me John."

"Ok, John"

John walked over to Sherlock and hugged him, then resting his chin on Sherlock's chest, Sherlock gave in to his impulse to run a hand through John's hair, John smiled at Sherlock, who couldn't help but laugh with happiness.

Sherlock not wanting to disturb this wonderful moment, took a mental picture, and stored it in his Mind Palace. He would never forget it. Ever… That's what his Mind Palace was for, goddammit.

"Should we continue on with the tour John? Seeing that we may come here another time, it would be best that you knew where to go. And to get to certain rooms."

John standing on his tippy toes for a kiss, Sherlock leaned down to help the just about-to-topple-over-and-kind-of short-teen and met his lips. John breaking the kiss said

"Yeah, that would be best."

Sherlock deciding to take John's hand is his, led him to the doors which opened up to the old manky kitchen, which probably hasn't had eyes set upon it since the '70s, seeing that the way it was decorated led right to that era. Spider webs covered every corner; it was small, but big enough to walk around in, to the right of it had a door which led to the dining room/ library.

John scrunched up his nose in disgust. Sherlock thought it was adorable.

"This place is rank, Sher, lets get out of here."

"Yeah, probably for the best"

John and Sherlock laughed in union as they carefully walked to the door that led to the dining room/library.

Sherlock paused at the door.

"Out of all the rooms John, this is probably my favorite."

Sherlock swung open the door and stepped inside to be greeted by a half - half kind of room. It was about the same size as the music room, maybe bigger, but it was hard to tell due to the amount of furniture in the place.

One side featured a grand dining table with about half the chairs and table un-covered from the white sheets, the other side featured a chair by the fireplace, behind that, the wall was completely covered with bookshelves, and a sliding ladder to help the reader, beside the chair facing the fireplace was Sherlock's favorite book, The Science of Deduction... Maybe I should start reading The Science of Seduction… Sherlock cheekily smiled at the thought. John stepped out in front of Sherlock and looked around with more amazement that the main living room out of the front of the apartment.

"Sher, well, wow, I can tell why it is your favorite room."

"Yep."

John walked over to the chair and picked up the copy of The Science Of Deduction, and held it up so Sherlock could see it, he gave the same cheeky smile as when he was holding the pirate photo, Sherlock laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. John put the book down and walked over to Sherlock

"So, what room is next?"

"Let's see"

Sherlock knew perfectly well what room was next, the bedroom, in which he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. It wasn't like he hadn't been alone with John in a bedroom before, this time though, it felt a bit different, he couldn't tell why…

Sherlock opened the door to the massive bedroom, Sherlock had only been in here once before, just after he had won the place, he decided to see what it had to offer. In the room there was a four poster king sized bed, a wardrobe a mirror on a table, with a chair to complete the set, a bookshelf, and a desk and chair, with paper and probably dried out ink, in one of those small pots with a pen resting in it, ready to go. Then at the front of the room was double doors leading opening up to the main living area.

"So, what do you think?"

"Certainly a grand place you have won yourself, Sher."

Sherlock smiled at the ground

"I thought, well m-maybe, only i-if you wanted it to… It could be our own little, kind of secret place, John, w-well only if you wanted it to, I mea…"

Sherlock's sentence was cut off… because John was kissing him

"Oh god yes, Sher"

John gave a nervous laugh

"To be honest, thought you'd never ask, Mr. Holmes"

Sherlock met John's eyes with a raised eyebrow, John's eyes were sparkling even in the now dim light, Sherlock leaned down to kiss him again. Sherlock could tell time was going by fast and Mycroft would ruin this by starting to spam Sherlock with texts of worry where the 'young' teenager was. Sherlock broke the tender kiss and let out a deep breath.

"It's getting late, I'd hate to say this but I should really get back before Mycroft starts spamming me with worry."

John let out a laugh

"Yeah, we probably should."

Just before they made their depart from the bedroom, Sherlock could swear he saw John's eyes flicker between the bed and him.

They made their way out to the main living area and Sherlock stood in the middle of the room, fiddling in his coat for the spare key

"Everything ok, Sher?"

He managed a nod, taking out the spare key to the grand apartment and holding it in front of John's face who looked at Sherlock with amazement.

"Like I said before, this should be our own little secret place."

Sherlock placed the key in Johns hand and curled his fingers around the small, precious object then leaned down to whisper in his ear

"Don't lose it now, it's the only spare copy"

John caressed Sherlock's face

"Thank you Sher. Thank you."

He stood on his tippy toes for a kiss and Sherlock obliged. He could tell John wanted this to be deep and meaningful, Sherlock cupped John's face just as he did earlier and John wrapped his hand around Sherlock's neck, Sherlock wanted the kiss to last longer, but it broke when Sherlock felt his pocket vibrate, Sherlock groaned in finding out that Mycroft had already sent him 27 texts in the time span of one minute.

"Everything ok, Sher?"

"Mycroft is having a stress attack on me. Already"

Sherlock couldn't look at John because he was too busy tapping away to reply to Mycroft.

John leaned over the phone a peeked at what the messages said and couldn't help but laugh, …Family feuds…

Sherlock appeared to be lost in the battle between brothers, so John tries clapping, whistling and yelling, so he eventually gave up. Looking out the window, John saw the sun was setting, he couldn't see much due to the tall building of London but he could tell it was beautiful…Just like Sherlock…He looked at the now frustrated teenager and smiled. His long black curls covering his face

"Hey, Sher, we better get going, my dad might start having a stress attack on me as well soon."

Sherlock made a mixture of a grunt and mumble of a reply

"Well, I'm gonna head outside and call a cab for us"

Just before he took a step, he felt a strong but yet soft grip on his arm, he turned around to see Sherlock staring at his with a kind of a No, no please don't go kind of look… While still texting his brother with the other hand.

Sherlock took a step towards John and whispered

"Not without me, please, John."

"Of coarse, Sher"

Sherlock kissed John tenderly for just a moment then stared into his eyes

"Thank you."

Sherlock led the way out after the texting battle with Mycroft and hailed a cab told the cabbie the destination, when they got in John turned to him and said

"Well, that was probably the best tour of a house I have ever been on. For sure."

Sherlock laughed at the comment, deciding to ignore the phone currently going crazy with vibrations in his pocket.

"I'd certainly hope so."

Sherlock faced John with a smile, He truly was beautiful, he just smiled back, Sherlock was so lucky to have someone just as John Watson, his first friend and his first more than friend, cheekily John took a fistful of Sherlock's shirt and pulled him in for a kiss, Sherlock just leaned into him again John's head giving a light thud against the window, Sherlock wrapped his hands around John's head and kissed him harder, he didn't want this taxi ride to stop. Ever.

He had only known John for such a short amount of time, it was kind of wrong, but it felt so right. Sherlock didn't care, John wanted this as well.

The taxi driver cleared his throat, Sherlock wished other people would stop interrupting them when they where like this.

"We have arrived at the destination."

"Yep. Fine."

Sherlock hurriedly paid the fee and exited the cab, to see 221B Baker Street facing them.

John grinned at Sherlock,

"Wow. Thanks Sher, that was ama—"

Sherlock didn't let John finish his sentence, because his lips were pressed against John's, deep and passionate, his kissed John until he had to stop for breath. He touched their foreheads together. John looked into Sherlock's eyes with amazement

"I hate to say this, John, but I'm afraid I have to head upstairs alone and face brother dear."

"It's ok Sher… Want to meet up at our secret place tomorrow?"

Sherlock smiled and lightly kissed John.

"Of coarse I want to."

Sherlock wondered if he felt this way towards John and cared so much for him, how was he still a sociopath?... Anderson. That's how.

Sherlock hugged John and then John walked off home, Sherlock waited to John was out of sight to head upstairs and face the Drama Queen.

After two hours of shouting, theories of what could've happened to Sherlock, and saying 'how much pressure I'm under at uni' from Mycroft, Sherlock retired to his room, only to realized how hungry he was and that he needed to shower and brush his teeth, with a groan he lifted himself from his bed, his long black curls covering his vision, stumbled out of his room to complete the following tasks.

John put down his study book, one amongst the few spread out on his bed. He picked up his phone, currently playing 'Video killed the radio star' by the Buggles, he had no idea why he decided to add that song to his playlist in the first place. He opened up the message icon and texted Sherlock.

Thanks for today –JW

No surprise, Sherlock replied within the millisecond.

My pleasure –SH

You still up for tomorrow? –JW

Yes –SH

Cool. –SH

John twirled his phone in his hands, eyeing the key on his nightstand. Then his phone vibrated in his hands

What are you doing now? –SH

John was surprised Sherlock would ask such a question. But quickly replied anyway.

Studying, you? –JW

Just got out of the shower –SH

John bit his lip, he couldn't help but thing of the pale, thin teenager with wet black curls covering his face, creeping around in just a towel. But his thoughts were stopped by another text from Sherlock.

Mycroft is truly the Queen of Drama Queens –SH

John gave a hearty laugh at the sentence on his screen.

What makes you say that? –JW

You know perfectly well. –SH

John chuckled, thinking of how much Sherlock had changed in just about 48 hours. From the bored teen up the back corner in French, to his face practically glowing red ever time he spoke or even saw John. To now. His Sherlock… My Sherlock… John had never felt this way towards any other person. Because it was different, he was a sociopath, well, not to him anyways.

Good Night, John, see you tomorrow. –SH

Good Night, Sher, see you tomorrow –JW

John didn't want that to be the end of the conversation, but he knew that he shall be seeing Sherlock soon, and he was happy with that, with a sigh, John packed up his study books and notes, along with pens and went to have a shower himself…

*Authors Note – Please Read!* Hey Sweeties, I think I might have to up the rating for this story, seeing what I have planned for I up ahead ;) (No smut tho, sorry) I have descried to give Sherlock his Mind Palace now, though I was going to do it later on in the fic… Anyway, like before, thank you so much for making this far in my fanfic, it means SO MUCH TO ME! If I could, I would send 1,000 packets of Jammie Dodgers to each and every one of you. And please review it and maybe any ideas you want in this fic, idk, Just please say what you think, I would appreciate it so much! Cheers Guys :)